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The Doors The Soft Parade (1969) - texty zpět na The Soft Parade 1.Tell All The People 2.Touch Me 3.Shaman's Blues 4.Do It 5.Easy Ride 6.Wild Child 7.Ronnin' Blue 8.Wishful Sinful 9.The Soft Parade Tell All The People Tell all the people that you see Follow me Follow me down Tell all the people that you see Set them free Follow me down You tell them they dont have to run Were gonna pick up everyone Come out and take me by my hand Gonna bury all our troubles in the sand, oh yeah Cant you see the wonder at your feet Your lifes complete Follow me down Cant you see me growing, get your guns The time has come To follow me down Follow me across the sea Where milky babies seem to be Molded, flowing revelry With the one that set them free Tell all the people that you see Its just me Follow me down Tell all the people that you see Follow me Follow me down Tell all the people that you see Well be free Follow me down Tell all the people that you see Its just me Follow me down Tell all the people that you see Follow me Follow me down Follow me down You got to follow me down Follow me down Tell all the people that you see Well be free Follow me down Tell all the people you see Follow me You got to follow me down Touch Me Yeah!, come on, come on, come on, come on Now touch me, baby Cant you see that I am not afraid? What was that promise that you made? Why wont you tell me what she said? What was that promise that you made? Now, Im gonna love you, till the heavens stop the rain Im gonna love you Till the stars fall from the sky for you and i Come on, come on, come on, come on Now touch me, baby Cant you see that I am not afraid? What was that promise that you made? Why wont you tell me what she said? What was that promise that you made? Im gonna love you, till the heavens stop the rain Im gonna love you Till the stars fall from the sky for you and i Im gonna love you, till the heavens stop the rain Im gonna love you Till the stars fall from the sky for you and i Shaman's Blues There will never be, another one like you There will never be, another one who can Do the things you do, oh Will you give another chance? , will you try, little try? Please stop and you remember, We were together, anyway, all right And if you have a certain evenin, you could lend to me Id give it all right back to you, a how it has to be with you I know your moves and your mind And your mind x6 Will you stop and think and wonder? Just what youll see Out on the train yard Nursin penitentiary Its gone, I cry out long Go head, brother Did you stop it to consider? , how it will feel Cold, grinded grizzly bear jaws, hot on your heels Do you often stop and whisper? Its saturdays shore The whole worlds a savior Who could ever, ever, ever Ever, ever, ever, ask for more? Do you remember? Will you stop? , will you stop? , the pain And there will never be Another one like you There will never be Another one who can Do the things you do, oh Will you give another chance? Will you try, little try? Please stop and you remember We were together, anyway, all right How you must of think and wondered How I must feel Out on the meadows While you run the field Im alone for you And I cry The sweat, look at it, optical promise Heh, heh, heh, youll be dead and in hell Before Im born, sure thing Brides maid, the only solution Isnt it amazing? Do It Yuppa tuppa ta ta, yuppa tuppa chic ta Do thang, do thang, do tuppa thang cho Rikki te tatar, te teen tar De dow dow, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha Yeah, yeah please me, yeah Easy, babe, please me Please, please listen to me children x3 Said please, please listen to me children You are the ones who will rule the world Listen to me children x2 Please, please listen to me children x2 You are the ones who will rule the world, ha You gotta please me, all night Please, please listen to me children Said please, please listen to me children Please, yeah, please me, Im askin you Please, please listen to me children x3 Please, my children Please, children, please, children Easy Ride And I know It will be An easy ride, all right And I know It will be Easy ride, ok The mask that you wore My fingers would explore Costume of control Excitement soon unfolds And I know It will be Easy ride, yeah Joy, for vaguely Which your pride Which your pride, yeah Black polished stone Black polished stone I see your eyes Like burnin glass Like burnin glass Hear you smile, smile, babe The mask that you wore My fingers would explore Costume of control Excitement soon unfolds, hey Easy, baby Call the queen, now Be my bride Ragin darkness By my side Seize the summer In your pride Take the winter In your stride Lets ride, yeah Easy, easy, easy Easy, easy, ease, easy Yeah, yeah, ride Dum, dum, dum, dum Dum, dum, dum Ride Wild Child All right, wild child full of grace Savior of the human race, your cool face Natural child, terrible child Not your mothers or your fathers child Your our child, screamin wild An ancient lunatic reigns in the trees of the night Ha, ha, ha, ha With hunger at her heels, freedom in her eyes She dances on her knees, pirate prince at her side Stirrin into a hollow idols eyes Wild child full of grace, savior of the human race Your cool face, your cool face, your cool face Do you remember when we were in africa? Ronnin' Blue Poor otis dead and gone Left me here to sing his song Pretty little girl with the red dress on Poor otis dead and gone Yeah, back down, turn around slowly Try it again, remembering when It was easy, try it again Much to easy, rememberin when All right, look at my shoes Not quite the walkin blues Dont fight, too much to lose Cant fight the runnin blues Well, Ive got the runnin blues Runnin away, back to l.a. Got to find the dock of the bay Maybe find it back in l.a. Runnin scared Runnin blue Goin so fast Whatll I do Well, Ive got the runnin blues Runnin away, back to l.a. Got to find the dock of the bay Maybe find it back in l.a. All right, look at my shoes Not quite the walkin blues Dont fight, too much to lose Cant fight the runnin blues All right, look at my shoes Not quite the walkin blues Dont fight, too much to lose Cant fight the runnin blues Wishful Sinful Wishful crystal Water covers everything in blue Coolin water Wishful sinful Our love is beautiful to see I know where I would like to be Right back where I came Wishful, sinful, wicked blue Water covers you Wishful, sinful, wicked you Cant escape the blue Magic risin Sun is shinin deep beneath the sea But not enough for you and me and sunshine Love to hear the wind cry Wishful sinful Our love is beautiful to see I know where I would like to be Right back where I came Wishful, sinful, wicked blue Water covers you Wishful, sinful, wicked you Cant escape the blue Love to hear the wind cry Love to hear you cry, yeah, yeah The Soft Parade When I was back there in seminary school, there was a person there Who put forth the proposition, that you can petition the lord with prayer Petition the lord with prayer, petition the lord with prayer You cannot petition the lord with prayer! Can you give me sanctuary, I must find a place to hide, a place for me to hide Can you find me soft asylum, I cant make it anymore, the man is at the door Peppermint, miniskirts, chocolate candy, champion sax and a girl named sandy Theres only four ways to get unraveled, one is to sleep and the other is travel, da da One is a bandit up in the hills, one is to love your neighbor till His wife gets home Catacombs, nursery bones, winter women, growing stones Carrying babies, to the river Streets and shoes, avenues, leather riders Selling news, the monk bought lunch Ha ha, he bought a little, yes, he did, woo! This is the best part of the trip, this is the trip, the best part I really like, whatd he say? , yeah!, yeah, right! Pretty good, huh, huh!, yeah, Im proud to be a part of this number Successful hills are here to stay, everything must be this way Gentle streets where people play, welcome to the soft parade All our lives we sweat and save, building for a shallow grave Must be something else we say, somehow to defend this place Everything must be this way, everything must be this way, yeah The soft parade has now begun, listen to the engines hum People out to have some fun, a cobra on my left Leopard on my right, yeah The deer woman in a silk dress, girls with beads around their necks Kiss the hunter of the green vest, who has wrestled before With lions in the night Out of sight!, the lights are getting brighter The radio is moaning, calling to the dogs There are still a few animals, left out in the yard But its getting harder, to describe sailors, to the underfed Tropic corridor, tropic treasure What got us this far, to this mild equator? We need someone or something new Something else to get us through, yeah, cmon Callin on the dogs, callin on the dogs Oh, its gettin harder, callin on the dogs Callin in the dogs, callin all the dogs, callin on the gods You gotta meet me, too late, baby Slay a few animals, at the crossroads, too late All in the yard, but its gettin harder, by the crossroads You gotta meet me, oh, were goin, were goin great At the edge of town, tropic corridor, tropic treasure Havin a good time, got to come along, what got us this far To this mild equator? , outskirts of the city, you and i We need someone new, somethin new, somethin else to get us through Better bring your gun, better bring your gun Tropic corridor, tropic treasure, were gonna ride and have some fun When all else fails, we can whip the horses eyes And make them sleep, and cry	The Doors Najmout mě byla naprostá pitomost, neměl jsem páru, co mám dělat. Oni si ovšem svou cestu určovali sami. Už dřív přišli na to, že spousta lidí má úplně odlišnou motivaci. (Bill Sidons) The Doors Takzvaná vystoupení pro mě nikdy nebyla hrou. Byla to otázka života a smrti, pokus komunikovat, zapojit spoustu lidí do soukromého světa myšlenek. Už nemám pocit, že takovou muziku dokážu nejlíp zprostředkovat koncertem. Ta víra je pryč. (Jim Morrison)

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